Pearl Harbor was bombed seventy-six years ago today. My mom, Lillian Koroschetz, started a brand new diary on New Year's Eve, 1941 reflecting back on the previous year and the effects the barely three-week-old war was already having on the every-day lives of Americans.
World War II's "Rosie the Riveter" comes alive in this letter to Frank from a gal back in Chicago. She's working on a "beauty of a carburetor" for bombers. I doubt many girls before the war even knew what a carburetor was. The World War II woman became versed in previously male-only arcane knowledge. Another sign of the World War II years: no boys to date. Read on.
A gift from your child—always a treasure, especially when he is thousands of miles away. Frank's mother makes the most of it. My guess is (given it's a "star") is that it's a version of his Army Air Force Patch shown here. As always, I keep a lot of my grandmother's misspellings to give a sense of how hard she worked to communicate with her son despite her struggles with English.
Boys are disappearing, this neighbor reports, heading to war. No wonder everyone is "jittery."
Bethel Ev. Lutheran ChurchWest End and Keeler Boys were disappearing from neighborhoods in the 1940s as if aliens had come and snatched them away, and in this letter we get a first-hand view of the effect on the [...]